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Itrtnrg lE&tttnn 

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BY 

Haura Utrtnrta iaui^B 

Author Of 

Goddess of The Rockies 

and 

Other Poems 




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Copyright 1919 

By 

Laura Maria Victoria Davies 



All Rights Reserved 
Printed in the United States of America 

Price 75c ;^ 

:EB 10 1919 ^o/ 
©CI.A514011 



Copyright May, 1918 

By 

Laura Maria Victoria Davies 

AH Rights Reserved 
Second Printing January 1919 

Itrtnrg ! 

Thou Goddess of Liberty 
Stand in thy pride! 
Undaunted and fearless 
Whatever betide! 
Germanic or Austrian 
Or Turk be thy foe, 
We'll fight to the finish, 
We're true to the core! 

Soar onward, bald eagle! 
Scream out in your might! 
And join in our battle 
For victory and right! 
Nor fear, for thine eaglets, 
They're safe in their nest. 
Pro-Germans we'll conquer 
Whatever behest. 

Swing out, to the breeze 
Dear flag of the free! 
O'er bravest of soldiers, 
Earth ever shall see ! 
Sweet ensign of home, 
Thou art destined to be 
The Banner of Victory, 
On land and on sea! 

Dear Liberty Bell, 
Peal out, as of yore! 
Resound, sweetest chimes 
Through the world, evermore! 
For honor and love and 
Righteousness ring! 
And God in his mercy, 
Sweet peace to us bring. 

Printed in U. S. A. 



Toll, toll for the saddened 
And desolate hearth. 
For bravest of heroes. 
Who ne'er will return. 
Resigned in their grief, 
Self-denying and true; 
In sacrifice, loyal 
To their Red, White and Blue. 

In cycles of years 
And days yet to be. 
We'll cherish the emblem 
Our hearts throb to see: 
Old Glory shall wave. 
To the end of all time ; 
And protect every soul 
And Just Nation or clime. 

Oh Friends of our colors! 
Stand firm, brave and true! 
Your God, Home and Country 
Are calling on you. 
Be strong in your courage; 
Unfaltering in trust; 
And Faith be your refuge, 
In God whom we trust. 



O'er thy shores where the Hun 
Would make way and prevail. 
Rule on, old Brittania ! 
Each white cap and wave ; 
Thou cans't not but conquer ; 
The world help to save; 
While The United States lifts 
Her unfurled mighty sails. 



Fond memories of LaFayette 
Greetings to France, 
All praise thro the ages 
The entente commands; 
Honor and valor — 
Our tribute to thee ! 
Allied friends of our Nation 
Our homage to thee. 



Down in my heart I love you so, 
You never yet have known me, 
Down in my heart, Fd never part. 
If I could linger near thee. 

Down in my heart, Fd love to be 
Where I could see you smiling; 
Where I could hear your words of cheer. 
Your own ills ne'er regarding. 

Down in my heart, were I to choose, 
Should fate my wishes crown me; 
Fd never part with some I know. 
For truest worth I love thee. 



Olnlnn^l Qltiwiinr^ SShdh^u^U 
MtmnvxtB 



Hurrah, for our Colonel! 
He's bound for the front. 
His courage undaunted 
E'er braves every blunt. 



At the head of our Nation 
And Third Party, too. 
Just a real living emblem 
Of our Red, White and Blue. 

Ah, "Teddy," we knew^ you, 
Our faith's not in vain ; 
You'll carry our Nation 
To honor and fame. 

Our borders you'll broaden. 
Our treasury fill 
And busy and happy 
Each home, farm and mill. 

Our mines will unfold us 
Their treasure in store. 
Our hearts light and joyous. 
Faith restored us once more. 

Now, hail we Thanksgiving; 
Our leader's the best. 
We'll hope and be merry, 
God grant us the rest. 



A IriUtant Am^rtran 

(Red Monarch Butterfly) 

You passing show of the summer hour, 
Sipping the honey from flower to flower, 
Why do you dress in shades so gay, 
Red or yellow or blue or gray? 

Your profile I want if you'll just wait a 

while, 
French or American, which is your style? 
Who was the tailor embroidered your vest 
Or cut out those scallops in which you are 

dressed ? 

Where in the world did you get your pride? 
I knew you when crawling along the 

roadside, 
You remember,rm sure, when you would 

hide 
If any one coming you ever spied. 

What has become of your little brown hut, 
Its shades drawn o'er loopholes and wicket 

gate shut? 
The latch string never was hung outside 
And you like a hermit alone inside. 

On all occasions you dress so gay 

And with gorgeous attire, make such a 

display ; 
You've taken lessons, no doubt, in art 
And from all appearance were very smart. 

Dignified, graceful, accomplished, true! 
I wonder if we could improve like you ! 
You've surmounted your trials of lowly birth 
And showed us what lofty ideals are worth. 



®l}0 Jumnr S^mp^ranr^ 

The return of the seasons, 
The birds and the flowers, 
Of summer with showers 
And leaf laden bowers 
Remind us that with them 
Youth never returns, 
And to aid in their future, 
Is lost — if now spurned. 

These never return 

They are drifting away 

As fairy clouds changing 

To silver and gray. 

When somewhere we'll meet them 

In tempest or sun. 

Life spent in the path 

In our midst here begun. 

We call to the harvest. 

Of beauty's soft bloom. 

For trustworthy gleaners to gather 

And may each one at even'ng 

Be able to say I've been 

A co-worker throughout 

All the way and we've won 

In the cause of Temperance. 



Dumb little pebbles,most beautiful things, 
Why don't you do as the bird that sings? 
Come tell us your stories of long ago, 
You learnt of the earth, rolling round to 
and fro ; 

How the boys picked you up and threw you 
down hill; 

Of your dignified relatives, turning the mill ; 

Or tell us some tale of the things below 

In the fathomless depths, which you emi- 
grants know. 

What of the copper, the silver and gold 
You selfishly seem, from us here, to with- 
hold? 
Or what is it causes the earth to quake 
As an angry tyrant his chains would break ? 

Secrets you know of the hidden deep. 
Hard and determined you seem bound to 

keep. 
Tell where lie treasures all decked with gold 
Or with cobalt bloom or with tungsten bold ; 

The gravel pits and the quarries brown, 
*The jeweler's brilliant ones drove out of 

town ; 
** Winking and blinking at each other; 

shouting, 
"Gypsies! and ruffians!" in all sorts of 

weather ! 

*I)i.iraonds and other precious stones. 
**GIittering of precious stones. 



Your diamond cousins and agates and spar 
Are each and all sought near and far ; 
Stories of youth and wealth untold 
And love and beauty could they unfold. 

Kings and Emperors and Heroes of war, 
Princes and Queens seek you afar ; 
You are a part of Nature's book 
Where people love ever to search and look. 

Amber or amethyst, topaz or beryl. 
All keep their secrets from me, at their peril ; 
Your autobiographies give us to know 
The joys you thus bring us from cave homes 
below. 

*Heaven's foundations are built of thee: 

Emblems of immortality! — 

Jewels of earth, reminders be! — 

Of those mansions and gates ajar for me. 

♦Precious stones, Rev. 21-19, 20. 



Copyright 1912 By Laura Victoria Davies 



(DULUTH) 



Thy winter joys are hard to beat, — 
No point of compass dare compete, — 
From ring of sleighbells, skates or skiis, 
To curling or coasting as far as you please. 

The trailing arbutus so eagerly sought, 
Here blushes in earliest Spring, 
Its fragrance like incense uprising. 
With the sweet notes the cedar bird sings. 



Copyright 1917 By Laura Victoria Davies 

prtur^squ^ iHntttatia 

Part III. 

Bold GLACIER PARK grandeur 
All words but deride : 
Where mystical nooks 
Near-by lake beauties hide. 

MacDonald and Flathead 
Romancing together, 
In serenade sheen 
To her ideal weather. 

There lie peaceful valleys 
Inviting to rest, the 
Glacier all sparkling 
Adorned in her best. 

Impenetrable forests 
And Gun-sight Pass 
And Avalanche Basin 
All unsurpassed. 

Where turbulent rivers 
Through deep chasms chime 
White City's attractions 
Grotesque and sublime. 

Loom on in thy grandeur 
Oh! mountain and river; 
Firm patriots to shelter, 
And WELCOME and REST. 

Well won unfeigned pride: 
O'er this world far and wide, 
Unexcelled: — thy rare 
Beauties of Nature. 



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PuHBgmtUnm Uarmng 

Ant and cricket fold your wings, 
Wait until the robin sings, 
Wait, until the orchard bloom, 
Flings about its sweet perfume. 

Then, oh then; Awake to hear, 
Swallows chirping ; Spring is here ; 
Meadow lark, and bluebirds gay. 
Making love, the live long day. 

Blue bells ringing sweet and clear; 
Katydids, and crocus here; 
Hum of bee in fairest bowers 
Medley of their joys be ours. 

All competing in one chorus 
Underneath and 'round and o'er us 
Butterfly, and lady bug, hasten; 
Listen: Come, wake up! 

Waken, Nature's all atune; 
Here who comes ? Dear Month of June ; 
Summer skies, and sunny weather 
Here we'll spend them all together. 



OUnBiug 

May sunny hours evef 

Be yours, my friendsV 

And God's blessings ever 

Your pathways attend; 

And as life's changing shadows 

In turn on you fall. 

Be they brightened by Him, who 

Marks each sparrow's fall. 



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